0jamajos
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Prehistoric 🦖🦕✨
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pygmy seahorses 🤍
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The Last Unicorn (1982)
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0jamajos · 17 hours ago
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guess who has an eye infection now too on top of it 👉🏼✨
man I miss my prepandemic self so so much health wise, like as far as I know I never actually catched covid, but lockdown and sanitizing everything really fucked my immune system, probably irreversibly like it's 2025 and I still can't get it to go back to where it was, like I was the kind of person who was never ever sick, years could go by without me getting sick with anything, even if several ppl around me had a cold or something, and ever since I left my house for the first time after a couple years of lockdown I get sick several times a year... I was sick a couple weeks ago and got better and now I'm sick again 🥲🫠
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0jamajos · 1 day ago
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0jamajos · 2 days ago
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sleepover!! 💤
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0jamajos · 2 days ago
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Your parents can love you and still be shitty abusive parents. They can mean well and still fuck up. They might fuck up without even knowing it's abuse.
Sometimes I think about how, when I was 5, my dad would make grilled cheese sandwiches and cut them into dinosaur shapes for me. Other times when I was hungry, he would refuse to feed me at all, because he decided that 5 was old enough for me to cook for myself when he didn't feel like doing it.
I think about how he taught me to swim, and fish, and (yes) throw a ball. In the summer, at night, he would wrap me in a huge comforter and carry me around outside to show me the constellations. But I hated being left alone with him because he was often bad tempered, mean to me for no reason, and I couldn't count on him for basic things like food.
Sometimes I think about how my mom raised hell in my high school principal's office in front of multiple faculty members because they weren't complying with my IEP (disability required accommodations). She always saw red if someone else laid a finger on me, even figuratively. When we were at home she screamed at me for things I had no control over and said I was using my illness to get my way.
I think about how she bought me art supplies and paid for lessons for all of my hobbies. She attended every single concert, performance, and game. I don't think I went a day without being told she loved me while growing up, and she constantly told me how proud she was. But I could never trust her mood and she could go from loving mother to terrorizing me before I knew what was happening.
My parents love me but I still flinch if someone in my vicinity washes a dish a little too aggressively. My parents never intentionally traumatized me, but my nervous system never knew the difference. Neither of my parents saw anything they did as abuse; they believed they were good parents. It wasn't until my mom was in her mid 60s that she grasped that her own childhood had been abusive, too.
They're not bad, irredeemable people. They're complex people with a lot of their own trauma who lacked many skills necessary for good parenting. I could hate them for it, but I don't. I'm not obligated to forgive them, and I don't think I have, and I don't know whether I ever really will. My parents damaged me a lot in ways that have affected my whole life, and I still have good memories with them.
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0jamajos · 2 days ago
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Winx club
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0jamajos · 2 days ago
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am Ahmed, 29 years old from Gaza. I have two children. Mohammed Shahr and Mira, 6 years old, I never imagined my life would turn into this hell. I lost my house, which was my refuge. I lost my job I had a clothing store and I'm now unemployed. Now I'm asking you for help, no matter how small, it's going to be like a candle of light in the darkness of my life. .
https://www.gofundme.com/f/urgent-supporting-displaced-family-in-gaza?utm_campaign=p_cp+fundraiser-sidebar&utm_medium=copy_link_all&utm_source=customer&fbclid=PAY2xjawHy56lleHRuA2FlbQIxMAABpuXlM0ogPWyH4Vw7dCf_1_i_9nW8U-H6tZSmUXsNLU6WpaB5agN2642jHQ_aem_PUk1wzdZe-bJcbW_tshBGQ
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Escapism ✨🌙✨
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Strawberry Waffles
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Aaron Rose Philip by Stanislaw Boniecki for Vogue Poland June 2022
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working oc prints
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Andrew Garfield talks to Elmo about grief and the passing of his mother
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